It seemed that the water here came alive, and they worked together to push the big snake all the way down, swimming faster and faster. He couldn't help but secretly wonder, but he forgot to notice that after the distance beyond the surface of the water, the surrounding pools of water squeezed him less.

It has grown a lot, from the weight of more than a thousand kilograms at the beginning to the breeze blowing in my face now. This pool is by no means an ordinary pool.

Silently counting the numbers in his mind, Li Luo roughly judged that he had dived to the bottom of the pool nearly a thousand feet deep, and the bottom of the pool was still not over. And he was finally surprised to find that he had not been torn into pieces by the weight of the water, and was still intact as before.

He had the leisure to look at the surrounding scenery. The water in the pool was magical, but he didn't dare to try it after all. The water here was so friendly, perhaps because of this mysterious snake. The scales on the snake's body trembled slightly and complicatedly.

It is the key to resolving the heavy pressure here. If he leaves the big snake, he may be crushed into a pile of flesh in an instant.

What you don't know and what you don't understand is always the scariest thing. In fear, Li Luo walked through the most confusing journey in his life. On this road, there was no one else but him and a mysterious snake, but he saw what he had never seen before.

There was no scenery he had ever seen before, and he had never imagined that there would be such a road in the world, a road with no end in sight.

Road is an ordinary word. From the princes and nobles to the common people, they have to walk every day. They can be walked on whether they are elegant or vulgar, good or bad, good or evil. In fact, these have nothing to do with roads.

It's on the bottom of your feet. Maybe you've never looked up. But as more people walk on it, the road will also have elegance and customs, good and bad, good and evil, etc. In fact, the road is still a road, and it's not static. The more people walk on it, the more it becomes.

Once the road is gone and no one walks on it, the road ceases to be a road.

Li Luo has walked many roads, some easy and some difficult. Although the roads are not good or bad, people are good and evil, so there are good roads between poor mountains and bad waters, and there are also bad places in busy cities and blessed places. He doesn't like walking and is a little tired.

, but it’s better if you take a carriage or a boat, you can enjoy the scenery on the roadside while walking. There are tens of millions of roads in the world. Roads are ordinary things, but they are different because of the scenery on the roadside. Some

It can even become famous all over the world, such as the road to ask questions in the Dagan Palace. Mountains, rivers, small bridges, people... A road can connect two completely different places in the south and the north. With a road, it can be

With the collision of words like a hundred flowers blooming and a hundred schools of thought contending, there are many people writing about roadside scenery in this world, but very few writing about roads. It may not be because they are unwilling to write, but it is just not easy to write ink.

He likes the road more than the scenery on the roadside. To appreciate the scenery, you need to be in a mood and who is accompanying you. If it were Gu Lianglei, he would wish that this road would never end and keep walking, but

If it were Fengli, he would definitely want to get there easily. No matter how beautiful the scenery on the roadside is, he might not be able to appreciate it. Li Luo likes roads, but that doesn't necessarily mean he really likes them.

, when he first joined the army in Xifu, he spent a lot of time on building official roads and spent a huge amount of money. Many of his officers and soldiers were puzzled and didn't understand why he spent so much energy building roads. It was just to make it easier to get in and out.

Indeed, it is difficult to see anything in building a road in three or two years. This is a silent matter that nourishes things. It is not an exaggeration to say that it will last forever. In these years, he has never been to Xifu Dizhou or Xifu Three Prefectures.

I only heard through the letters exchanged between Liu Ce and Zhou Linhan that the situation in the three states was much better than before. Food was already self-sufficient, fresh fruits and vegetables could be transported to Zhongfu, and the pastures for raising cattle, sheep and horses had exceeded those in Beifu, and were the best.

The Dagan Prefectures, and the trade with other countries in the Western Regions are also extremely prosperous. Linxia City and Yingchou Gorge have become famous in the Western Regions. They were originally just small border towns with hundreds of thousands of people, but now they have become cities with a population of more than one million.

Liu Ce and Zhou Linhan didn't say much about the big city, with its numerous business trips and its prosperity. They just couldn't hide the joy between the lines and invited him to come to the Western Regions to have a look. He wanted to go, but it was a pity that he didn't have time to get away and the Xifu was revived.

The road he built back then was indispensable.

Speaking of distance, let’s just talk about the road. Li Luo boasts that he has walked many roads and has seen many people and many scenery on the roadside, but there has never been a road like this waterway in front of him. The roads elsewhere are difficult to walk or easy to walk.

Go, those scenery can be seen in the records of books, thousands of mountains and rivers, small bridges and houses, written in words, drawn on the tip of the pen, can be seen and touched, but this road, although I don’t know where the end is, but there are many places beside the road.

The scenery is unlike any other. The scenery on both sides of this road seems to be the time condensed in the water before your eyes. This is a road made of years!

Years are invisible, but they are always there. After the years pass, the most real thing left behind is the memory. Most of the travelers who wander in the years are the same. They like to wander in the memories and wave the boat's oar thousands of times.

A hundred times, I still can't see the other shore, I can only let this lonely boat drift with the current.

Nowadays, I have traveled through the scenery in a hurry. The faces I failed to remember well on the road are mostly pale. I have thought about the loneliness of a leaf falling on the ferry countless times, passing by gently, but I forgot

Picking up things, I wonder if the owner of that face is still lying in the dream of time, waiting silently, waiting for a low-brow look.

It's just that the passer-by never raised the sail of memory.

Once again, spring dawns and summer blooms, and the humid wind brings autumn. Although the sky is still hot, the night rain is slightly cool, making people feel that autumn is approaching.

Year after year goes by, the pursuit becomes faster and faster, but the face in the heart becomes weaker and weaker. The poems once written for regret and parting have long been lying under the years, gradually forgotten by people, and the beautiful shadows in the poems

I have already become a passer-by, where I am going and who has become my memory.

As people move further and further away, those past regrets and the pain that shed tears for them gradually fade away, and even lose their color. They will only appear faintly on a night when there is no one, lingering in the heart, but they are still in the future.

The moment I had time to raise my brow, it disappeared without a trace.

More than ten years are long enough. No matter how deep the years are, they will be smoothed out. No matter how long the river is, it will one day merge into the sea. No matter how strong the cup of tea is, it will eventually be tasteless.

Therefore, the scars and pains of memories are actually as light as floating clouds. The accidental memories are more to commemorate and remember the mistakes made. That's it, simple and clear.

The wind and rain came again last night, and the trees outside the window tilted, the green grass wept, or the rain did not stop moving everything, and also dampened the mood. At the Lihe Ferry, the boat was gently swaying, and a graceful woman in white clothes stood with her back,
Chapter completed!